43 We Meet in Dreams (2/2)

The few that were here seemed far more comfortable than her. There was a wild looking her with matted hair and crudely made animal fur clothes. This wild her sat on the ocean grumbling to herself away from the rest. There are a few warriors looking hers looking to Laurel's left. Laurel followed their eyes and saw two hers one in colorful silk clothes the other wore a flowing dress red dress. 'They're dancing? Or perhaps fighting?' Laurel wondered as she watched the two.

The silk one has a flexible dance style where she performs exotic dance moves. The other dance style is more traditional with graceful spins and sways that cause her dress to look like a blossoming flower.

They both smile radiantly, as they dance and attack each other. The one in the red dress rhythmically slashes out with each flair of her dress. The other flips and contorts while retaliating with her feet. Even with the combative nature of the dance, they flow together as if choreographed.

All of a sudden the flexible one disengages and flips backward towards Laurel. Laurel's eyes bulge in shock as she flinches and covers her face defensively. The flexible stops while balancing upside down. Their faces are only a few inches apart.

”Someone new appeared!” The flexible her says while giggling.

”Ignore her she doesn't look like she will be around for long,” A her with soldier attire scoffs.

The her in a red dress glides over to Laurel with a gentle smile. She then grabs Laurel into a hug pulling her out of the water. She then twirls towards the offending her in soldier attire. Looking over the shocked Laurel shoulder she starts admonishing the soldier, ”We're all us, so we should help each other out.”

”My master says that there should only be one real one and the rest are just reflections from the ocean of time,” a lordly dressed her speaks out with condescension.

The soldier her sneers replying, ”ha, I bet you think you're the real one too. Your master doesn't know shit about the ocean of time!”

”Whatever let them fight over nothing. Do you dance?” The red dressed her asked still hugging Laurel.

”Um, I'm learning, but I only know a few steps,” Laurel answers sheepishly as she starts shifting uncomfortably as the hug carried on.

”Don't worry we'll teach you!” the flexible her exclaims with excitement, as she jumps in and joins the hug.

Soon they were inspecting the few steps Laurel knew. They both nodded as they quickly understood the simple dance steps.

”Her dance style is closer to yours,” the flexible her stated to the red-dressed her.

”Only superficially. Isn't it a bit more traditional? She must be learning from some old lady right?”

Laurel makes a bitter expression as she hears the two talk. ”She is a young beauty like I've never seen actually,” She retorts.

The two other dancer hers giggle to each other. The one in the red dress says, ”Nonsense, you can't tell by looks there are all kinds of secret body altering techniques.”

Laurel thinks back to the times Elanor's muscles grew and rippled. ”I suppose, but she doesn't give off the feeling of someone old,” she mumbles as her mind wanders.

The flexible her shakes her head and pats the red-dressed her on the back. ”Well let's not waste time, go teach her a bit,” She says jovially.

”Alright,” the red dress her says emphatically. She jumps towards Laurel scooping her up into a traditional dancing stance. One hand on Laurel's hip the other grabbing her hand. They twirl about for a few minutes while both dancing hers give pointers. Then the red dress her suddenly shouts, ”go!”

Laurel is flung out spinning from the her in a red dress. Without anyone holding her up she fell into the ocean with a large splash. Before she could get her bearings, she found herself sinking into the ocean.

”See I told you, you shouldn't get attached.”

”Oh no, I forgot!” The red dress her said while panicking.